Sparrow dream dance

When it was almost five o'clock, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the torrential rain was overwhelming.

One autumn rain and one cool, it seems that in a blink of an eye, it has already arrived in late autumn.

Yao'er hasn't returned yet, and she didn't bring an umbrella when she went out.

Leng Lange felt a little worried, walked back and forth in the hall restlessly, and the breath that was exhaled from his lips condensed into a visible white mist.

Today, the cold is too fast.

When the sky was about to turn white, Yao'er finally came back, and saw that her whole body was drenched, and her eyes were filled with great panic and helplessness.

With tears streaming down her face, she knelt down in front of Leng Lange, kowtowed her head heavily, her voice was almost trembling, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, it's all the slave's fault... It's all the slave's fault..."

Leng Lange's heart tightened inexplicably, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Quickly tell me, what happened?"

She lowered her head, with deep guilt and regret in her brows and eyes, and choked up, "It's all because... because the servant girl told Leng Xiangye too much that day... Seeing that Miss Su is still in the world, His Majesty ordered Leng Xiangye last night The Lord personally sent His Royal Highness King Xiang to death row, and ordered to search the entire King Xiang's mansion, saying that he wanted... to kill the whole family of King Xiang..."

Only then did she understand that in the palace, thousands of innocent lives would be killed because of a single word from one person.

The word 'killing' made Leng Lange tremble all over, she couldn't help but took a step back, trying to hold herself up so that she didn't collapse.

She recalled the terrifying dream she had last night, her body began to tremble violently, she felt the blood slowly draining from her body bit by bit, and every time it flowed, it cooled down a bit.

Could it be. .Is she really doomed this time?

She was momentarily bewildered, her heart palpitations were severe, her blood flowed against her, and she spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Yao'er was so horrified that she rushed forward to support the crumbling Leng Lange, and cried in despair, "Mother, this servant has committed such a heinous mistake, and I really have no face to live in this world, so I can only die." Sorry!"

After Leng Lange vomited out the blood, her mind gradually cleared up. She took a deep breath, stared at Yao'er who was on the verge of collapse, and panted, "Yes, you deserve to die... But your death, except for your death... There is no other use for me to create another murder, and to add another point of embarrassment to Fengyi Palace!" She squeezed Yao'er's arm with all her strength, and her voice was already harsh, "So, I want You are alive, and I want you to be used by this Palace."

Her lips were covered with freshly sprayed blood, and the expression on her face was a little distorted due to the torment in her heart and body. She pulled Yao Er who was almost trembling into a ball, lowered her voice, and said word by word,

"Listen, now you go and invite His Majesty here, immediately."

This is the first time Yao'er saw such a resolute queen, she immediately nodded in fright, and rushed out of Fengyi Palace.

After she left, Leng Lange unconsciously walked to the bronze dressing mirror like a walking dead, and the next moment seemed to be drained of all the strength in her body, and she sat weakly on the stool.

She raised her eyes and stared at herself in the bronze mirror, the tears she had been holding back finally fell down.

She lowered her eyes, tears trickled down her desolate cheeks slowly, she cried silently, not daring to make a sound, big and big tears fell on the plain white skirt, and it was overcast and cold.

If she had known this would happen, maybe she should have turned around and looked at her one more time in Lantern Town that night, or maybe she should have let her hug her and be more tender.

But now. . .

She bit her lips tightly, stretched out her sleeves to wipe away her tears, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyes had become determined.

But now, is not the time to despair.

If she wants to save her, no matter what method is used, it must be saved.

For her, my pride and dignity are worthless.

She picked up her fingers and applied a little powder to the bronze mirror to cover up the sad look; then she held the pen and carefully drew the pretty eyebrows to cover the tearful eyebrows.

The beauty in the mirror gradually became more and more attractive. Leng Lange lightly touched her pale lips, smiled shyly, then took the rouge again, lightly softened her lips, and calmly pursed her lips. Everything in the world loses its luster.

"Ge'er." The deep voice of the emperor sounded behind him.

She took a deep breath before turning around with a smile, and saw him standing in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, his dragon robe was mostly soaked through, but his eyes were full of suspicion and coldness.

Leng Lange hurriedly stood up, walked towards him quickly, knelt down respectfully, "My concubine pays respects to Your Majesty."

She glanced at Yao'er who was kneeling on the ground shivering, and said, "Hurry up and change your majesty's clothes."

"Forget it, you can step back." Murong Xuan waved his hand and said to Yao'er.

"It's raining so hard, what's the matter with you suddenly looking for me?"

Murong Xuan stared at Leng Lange again, his tone was a little alienated, but his eyes swept across her makeup unscrupulously, then slowly moved to her white and flawless neck, and then gazed down at the seductive bulge under her pajamas. .

This possessive look made her feel extremely embarrassed and humiliated, but she still bit her lips, lowered her eyes and replied softly, "The concubine just wants to...see Your Majesty..."

"Really?" Murong Xuan thoughtfully approached Leng Lange who was kneeling. His whole body was filled with a piercing chill, which made her want to run away, but she still knelt on the spot motionless.

Suddenly, he suddenly pinched her sharp chin, narrowed his cold eyes, and forced her to look directly into his own, "Then, you have seen Zhen now."

Leng Lange frowned in pain, and tears welled up in his eyes.

When Murong Xuan saw it, he withdrew his hand, and the depths of his eyes were dark, "Don't think I don't know anything, you want to plead for that person, right?"

He turned around and didn't look at her anymore, his voice was full of coldness, "I think you have been married to me all these years, why did you take the initiative to find me once, en?"

"Your Majesty..." A tidal wave of embarrassment and anger rolled over her chest, helping her to make the play more realistic, she sobbed, "In the past, it was all my concubine's mistakes, and I failed His Majesty's love for my concubine...but As for that person, it is His Majesty who misunderstood the concubine, and the concubine is definitely not trying to plead for her."

Murong Xuan moved slightly, and turned around, only to see Leng Lange saying with a sad look, "Your Majesty, that person broke the promise with me first, and then married a new love. There is no trace of affection. The reason why I dare to treat His Majesty so inappropriately is not because of her. One is because I know how much His Majesty loves my concubine, so I dare to be proud of it. The second is because my concubine is very sad. .”

Murong Xuan's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "Why are you sad?"

Leng Lange replied pitifully, "Your Majesty has three thousand beauties, but there is only His Majesty as a concubine. The concubine is sad because I am so stupid. Your Majesty, you are the ninety-five honorable person. You should be able to share the rain and dew, so what?" Maybe put all the love on the courtier and concubine?" After saying this, she only felt that her internal organs were about to vomit, and she never thought that there would be a day when she, Leng Lange, would be begging for mercy and flattering her!

"You are so stupid! If you really have me in your heart, why would I need other women?" Murong Xuan was overjoyed, hugged her hard, and said without emotion.It never occurred to him that she still minded that he had other women.

Leng Lange smiled miserably in his heart, wishing he could slap himself a few times on the spot, but he pretended to be delicate like pear blossoms and rain, "The concubine is naturally sincere, please don't blame your majesty, forgive the concubine's wayward words .”

"Silly Ge'er, why would I be willing to blame you?" Murong Xuan couldn't help being distracted, and hugged her violently, his words were very useful to him.

He carried her to the bed, and couldn't wait to untie the belt around her waist.She pressed his hand, her voice trembling, "Your Majesty, what about your marriage to Princess Loulan?"

"If you don't like it, I won't marry you."

Murong Xuan stared at the beauty below him, eyes full of passion/desire.He had been waiting for this day for too long.

Leng Lange gently closed his sour eyes, and as soon as he loosened his hands, he pulled the belt away forcefully.

He lowered his head, kissed her eyelashes, kissed her tender lips, and slowly moved his hot lips to her soft neck.

"Then are you willing to stop killing people for me?" She slowly opened her eyes, the sockets of which were filled with glittering and translucent colors.

Murong Xuan's movements did not stop, he sucked her collarbone as thin as a butterfly's wing forgetfully, and replied vaguely in his mouth,

"Except for that person, I can pardon the world for you."

Leng Lange's body trembled suddenly, but he didn't expect that he was really determined to let her die this time.

She felt as if she had been tortured thousands of times, suffered thousands of times, almost gritted her teeth, and asked very softly, "Dare to ask, how does His Majesty want to execute her?"

Murong Xuan was finally forced to stop. He glared at her and said angrily, "What the hell are you trying to say?!"

"I'm thinking, you and I are her brother and sister-in-law, at least you should give her a ride yourself."

Murong Xuan's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked in disbelief, "You mean... you want to watch her die with your own eyes?"

Leng Lange looked at him, and suddenly laughed, she was so gorgeous that she was so beautiful.

"Why not?"

His blood froze all of a sudden, and he tore off the dragon robe that was fettering him, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he pressed her eagerly and roughly, "Okay, I will do as you wish!"

Unable to hold back a muffled groan, Leng Lange froze in pain, bit his lip and bled, and turned his cheek away, the rain outside the hall seemed to be falling more violently. . .It hit the temple tiles heavily, as if it would never end.

I don't know how long it took, the wind and rain finally stopped.

Murong Xuan straightened his robes, and he gently stroked her tired and weak face, "Rest well, I will come to pick you up again at midnight tonight."

She closed her eyes and said nothing.

"Don't blame me, only if she dies... I can feel at ease."

Murong Xuan took another deep look at her, put his lips close to her ear, said something in a low voice, and left reluctantly.

After a long time, she slowly opened her red and swollen eyes, and slowly put on her clothes.

"Yao'er..." she called out hoarsely, her body, heart, and throat ached so badly.

Yao'er walked in tremblingly, and saw that Leng Lange's black hair was disheveled, and the makeup on her face was also smeared, her description was extremely haggard.

She glanced at her, and couldn't suppress the pain that swept over her anymore, her throat felt sweet, and a line of blood gushed out from her lips.

"Mother!" Yao'er rushed forward, frantically wiping the blood for her, and couldn't help weeping in grief.

"Why are you crying... I'm not dead yet..."

Leng Lange dug his nails deeply into his skin, and said with difficulty, "Go... go get me medicine..."

"Your Majesty... But those medicines... the imperial doctor must not take them unless you have to, otherwise you will die soon..." She broke down in tears again.

"Go!" Leng Lange slammed onto the bed hard, causing him to cough violently and bleed out a mouthful of blood.

"promise."

Looking at the back of Yao'er leaving quickly, she smiled bitterly, how could a person with only half of his life still care about this.

When Yao'er took back the medicine, she raised her head and swallowed the golden pill in one gulp with the tea. It tasted extremely astringent, and suddenly her stomach was on fire, and her blood seemed to be devoured by thousands of poisonous insects.But she must get better, and she must see her well for the last time.

"Yao'er, help me redress." After a long time, her face finally calmed down.

"promise."

Putting on the most noble phoenix robe and the most gorgeous crown hairpin, Leng Lange stared at Yao'er who was carefully dressing herself in the bronze mirror, and suddenly asked with a smile, "Look, is this palace beautiful? "

Yaoer replied with tears in her eyes, "Your Majesty is the most beautiful woman in the world."

"That's right... That's right... But it was this appearance that hurt her, and also hurt myself..." She lowered her eyebrows and murmured, "It's better not to meet Qingchengyan, I hope to win the heart, white head Inseparable...”

She suddenly remembered that many years ago, that person had held her hand, scratched her name on her palm, and told herself the origin of her name.

She said that her mother and concubine were unhappy all her life.

She said that her mother and concubine named her Yan because her mother and concubine caused great disasters because of her peerless appearance, so she hoped that when her children grow up, it would be better not to meet Qingcheng Yan, I wish to win someone's heart, as long as the white head is not separated.

I still remember that year when she blinked her amber eyes and deliberately teased herself, "It's broken, Geer! You are so beautiful, mother and concubine definitely don't want me to meet you!"

But at that time, I didn't understand anything, and I was sulking for a long time because of her joke.

Now she smiled wryly in her heart, and only then did she understand.

Fool, what your mother and concubine said is correct, you really shouldn't have met me.

Otherwise, in the end, you won't end up in such a desolate situation where you will die overnight. . .

She recalled absentmindedly, dipped her finger in the tea beside her in a trance, and made a stroke on the bronze mirror.

After a long time, she lowered her arms and said softly, "Yao'er, you and I are both women in deep palaces. Living in this world is always involuntary. But only this heart belongs to me. I don't want to go to Biyi, I have nothing else to ask for until now, I just want that person to live... That's all."

Yaoer stared sourly at the word 'Yan' on the bronze mirror, and the water drops on the tip of the brush meandered down the smooth bronze mirror, very like the tears of a woman when she is happy for a person, and like a woman's tears for a person Tears of sadness.

In the past, she heard people say that the most difficult thing in this world to let go is obsession.

The men's obsession is to protect the whole world.

And a woman's obsession is nothing more than a person.